Posts Tagged With: contemporary erotic romance

Wine, chips, & B&E–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I’ve been attending a wine tasting group for several months. We don’t meet often (shucks!) and I don’t know many of the women very well. One of the ladies, we’ll call her Sue, invited a few of us over to her brother’s house for wine by the pool. When I arrived at the house I was in awe. The place was amazing and luxurious. I  was afraid to touch anything, but she said her brother is go-with-the-flow. We’re all sitting around, drinking, snacking, having a good time when one of the ladies comes back from the restroom asking, “Why aren’t there any family photos, or anything personal?”  Sue answers, “Ladies, I have a confession.” Her expression turned serious. “This isn’t my brother’s house. I don’t know the man who owns the place, except that he is out of the country on business.”

I spurt wine out of my mouth. We’re all in shock. Is she joking?

“I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve had a problem for years, breaking into other peoples’ homes. I’ve been to the doctor, but the meds aren’t helping,” Sue said.

Okay, let me remind you. I don’t know this woman very well. She seems nice, head-together, cool…but I’ve had friends in the past who turned out crazy.

Then she starts laughing–so hard that she’s almost crying. “I had all of you! Haven’t any of you seen the movie The Gift?”

Yes, we made her prove that we weren’t trespassing.  And yes, I did see the movie The Gift!

I have a new series coming out September 6th! Saddles & Second Chances. Book 1 is Roman’s Choice.

S&SFinal

Buy here!

Blurb:

Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on…things are about to get rough and dirty.

Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers–among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.

Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She’s lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands–and that husky Texas twang.

After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.

Roman has always been the ‘go-with-the-flow’ type so when his ‘wife’ shows up on his ranch needing his help he’s more than willing to oblige–especially if it means they’ll be husband and wife in every way. He’s got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can’t seem to get enough.

Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn’t sure he’s cut out to be in the public eye–he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it’s time to make a choice…or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.

EXCERPT:

“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”

“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.

“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”

He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.

She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.

He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.

“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.

He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.

She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.

“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.

He laughed. “I own half the stock.”

Have you joined these amazing authors and me yet?

Saddles & Second Chances Event

event

Let’s connect!

Website  goodreads  facebook  street team  newsletter  twitter  amazon

Categories: Rhonda Lee Carver, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , | 6 Comments

Cover reveal–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here. Wow…May is almost over and I’m like a whirlwind getting caught up. It has been a crazy time here at my homestead. I feel as though I’m one step behind and a brain cell short. My  oldest daughter has serious food allergies and she had an anaphylaxis reaction. She has been under the care of a specialist for years, but dang, it’s very difficult to prevent allergies. In fact, we don’t have a clue what caused this one, which makes it scarier. Although my girl is safe and recovering, I was out of mind with worry. So, my characters and their lives were put on hold for a while.

Now, onto what you stopped by here for…sexy men and their sassy heroines. First, I have book 2 of Buttermilk Valley releasing in June. This series involves second chances, a sliver of suspense, hot Georgian nights, and finding the heart. I’ll be starting book 3 soon and you won’t want to miss how the suspense continues.

And…I’m finishing up the last details for book 6 of the Cowboys of Nirvana series, The Discreet Cowboy. Watch for it releasing soon.

Last but not least, I’m starting a new contemporary western series, Soot, Saddle, & Second Chances. This series will be so hot you’ll need sunglasses to read it 🙂

Stay tuned for more news and updates. It’s a good idea to subscribe to my newsletter where I’ll give away gifts, surprises and keep you updated. Simply click on the link below and fill out the easy form.

Newsletter

Here’s the blurb for The Lawman’s Promise.

Blurb:

Buttermilk Valley has a new sheriff…but he’ll turn Renegade before it’s all done.

Duff Tyler left Buttermilk Valley to follow his heart and join the military. Now he’s back fighting small town crime and corruption, and something far more dangerous–the love he thought he’d buried for his childhood sweetheart.

At the age of ten, Blake McKenzie married Duff behind the barn when he slipped a candy-machine-ring on her finger, but her dedication ended the day he left her. All she has left is the farm that has been in her family for generations and she refuses to give it up to anyone, even if her life is in danger. With a shotgun and more guts than any one person should have, she stands her ground–literally.

Known for being rough-and-ready, Duff finds that his skills are lacking when it comes to the petite red-head who’d stolen his heart once upon a time and he never got it back. He has a strong desire to love her and a need to protect her, but he’ll do both even if it kills him.

 

TheLawman'sPromiseFinal

 

Book 6 of Cowboys of Nirvana, The Discreet Cowboy. Coming soon!

 

TheDiscreetCowboyCover

 

Are we connected?

Facebook  Amazon  B&N  Website  Rhonda’s Rowdy Readers (Join if you dare)  Twitter  iTunes  SW  Rhinestone Cowgirls  Second Chance Cowboys

Sable Hunter’s Kindle World

I’ve joined in with this amazing group of authors in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World. I am so excited!

13265858_10206873242292964_5654593958964691785_n

Categories: Cowboys, Cowboys of Nirvana, men in unifrom, Rhonda Lee Carver, romance, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , | 7 Comments

Keeping Busy and a Hot Excerpt by Dalton Diaz

Once again, I couldn’t make it to RT, and as the pics start to flow, I’m feeling a bit bummed. I had high hopes for going this year because I love Vegas, and because I know that attending next year is unlikely with two kids graduating college and a big anniversary happening at the same time.

Thankfully, I have a few exciting things to keep me busy for the next week. The premier of season 2 of Outlander, the arrival of The Beast by Jr Ward, binge-watching the final season of True Blood (I was late to that party!), the construction that has finally begun on my house from last year’s storm damage, and hey…WRITING!

I’m going to leave you with a hot excerpt from Great Zeus, my story in the Gods Gone Wild anthology with Ashlyn Chase. Enjoy!

gods-gone-wild-florens3

Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt Pele for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget.

Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up.

Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt
“Who do you see when you look at me like that?”

What? The question brought me back to the present, where Hope was still dressed and standing in front of the bed instead of on it. She was also frowning.

I closed the distance between us and caressed her soft cheek. “You.”

“You called for Pandora when you ran toward the limo earlier. I’m not mad,” she clarified before kissing my palm. “I know you’re kind of obsessed with ancient Greek mythology. I just want to make sure you’re here with me.

That you know I’m flesh and blood Hope, a human who makes mistakes.”

“Don’t you get it? Pandora was a human gift from the gods.” I closed my eyes against a wave of emotion before being able to look at her to say the words. “I’m not mixing you up with some idea of perfection. I’m calling you, Hope, a gift beyond value. Faults and all.”

She was quiet for a moment before she nodded. “From anyone else, that would border on stalker scary. From you, it makes sense.”

I laughed. “Thanks. I think.”

“Will you do something for me now, though?” She licked her lips in a nervous gesture that made me want to beg for mercy.

“Yes.” It didn’t matter what she asked for, it was hers.

“Will you take your clothes off first this time?”

I stepped back and stripped without another word, or even a wince at leaving my pain-free zone. When I was done, I laid her hands on my bare chest.

“Please,” I took a deep breath. “Touch me.”

“Jack.” It was a whisper of desire. It was also the wrong fucking name.

“Please don’t get mad.” I put my hands over hers, afraid she’d pull away. “But that’s not my name. The Powers That Be thought I should go in under a fake name, and I’ll bet I can thank Tony for coming up with that one.”

“Thank god!” Her topaz eyes danced with humor. “So what is your real name?”

I couldn’t give her that, but it didn’t really matter beyond not calling me

Jack. “Theus.” I settled on getting as close to my real name as I dared.

“Yeah, I really am Greek.”

I kissed her, both to stop any more questions and because I really, really wanted to kiss her. It was all good until her soft palm slid down my body.

The next thing I knew, I was over her on the bed and she was pushing at my chest. “Theus, don’t you dare!”

The first time she used the name was in warning, dammit.

“Shit! Sorry!” I forced myself to roll to my back. “That was an out-of-control thing, not a trying-to-control thing, I swear.”

“Are you saying I need to tie you up?” she asked, clearly hopeful.

Oh fuck. We’d done that once. I still maintained it had resulted in a major earthquake credited to Poseidon. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. “Not helping!”

I felt her leave the bed. While the instant return of pain helped get me back under control, I had to wonder if I’d blown it after all. I couldn’t look, even when I heard the unmistakable sound of a suitcase zipper. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I felt the bed dip with her weight.

When the movement stopped, I took a deep breath and let my arm fall to the sheets to clutch them in desperation. The only thing Hope was wearing was a look on her face that said she planned to eat me alive.

The next few minutes were delicious agony. Gentle touches that started at my brow, each caress followed by a soft kiss and a quick flick of her hot tongue. I let her draw it out for as long as I could, knuckles white on the sheets, body trembling out of control by the time she dipped below my rib cage. She was methodical in her torture, following a path that took her down the outside of one leg and up the inside of the other.

I’d dare any man to keep his cool when his lover spreads his legs and nips the tender insides of his thigh, let alone when that was followed by a hot flick of tongue. I was a mere man, and glad for it at that moment. Who knew what could have been unleashed with my normal energy.

She gave my other thigh the same nip and lick, but this time her tongue remained on my skin, flicking closer and closer to her true target.

“Ah, gods!” I couldn’t let her do it. One touch and I would come, and quite possibly disappear. If that happened before we made love, she would be emotionally destroyed.

Herculean effort my ass. Herc had nothing on what it took for me to release the bedsheets and grasp her hands. She looked startled, then wary. I knew what she was thinking, and that I had to talk fast.

“Please,” I rasped. “Can I be inside you the first time? After that—” I swallowed hard. “After that, it can be your mouth. Every damn day, if you want.”

That made her smile. “I’ll bet.” Her fingers tightened in mine. “But I understand what you’re saying about the first time, and I’d like that too. Theus, I…I love you. You said it before, but I didn’t. I want you to know that before our first time.”

Everything in me instantly calmed and filled with warmth. “I love you too.”

She took an audible breath. “You’re glowing again.”

“Damn straight.”

I pulled her up and into my arms and rolled us over. Not many couples got a second chance to recreate their first time together. She wasn’t a virgin this time, but I refused to dwell on that other than being grateful she wouldn’t feel any pain.

I couldn’t wait. Gods, she was so beautiful. I felt like I was drowning in those topaz eyes, letting my own love shine right back while I positioned my cock. She was hot and wet, so ready for me to make that first deep thrust.

Buy Links:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo

www.DaltonDiaz.com

 

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, anthology, erotic, erotic humor, Excerpt, paranormal romance, romance, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , | Leave a comment

It’s Here! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

I’m excited to announce that Makin’ It Right, Book 1 in my Hotel Rendezvous series, is now available for 99 cents at all vendors. Woot!

perf5.000x8.000.indd

 

Makin’ It Right
Hotel Rendezvous Book 1
by Dalton Diaz

Buy Links:    Amazon     ARE     B&N     Kobo

Welcome to the Menger Hotel. Where a Hotel Rendezvous isn’t always as it seems.

High School reunions are supposed to be about seeing how your classmates fared in the real world. For Jenn Bailey, it’s nothing more than good business for her beauty parlor.

Until it means her first love is coming back to town.

Eric Somers is a man on a mission. His biggest regret is not manning up after an embarrassing first time in the sack. Heading back to San Antonio for his ten-year reunion is the perfect opportunity to apologize…and maybe show Jenn Bailey he’d learned a thing or two between the sheets.

Excerpt:

The only thing that would feel better would be skin on skin. The chair was wide, and Jenn used it to her advantage by getting onto her knees, kicking off her heels in the process. It didn’t leave her as fully in his lap as before, but she had use of her hands. She went straight for the buttons of his dress shirt.

She’d seen his chest before, had felt every inch of it beneath her fingers. What was revealed with the release of each button was familiar yet different in subtle ways that made her ache to explore further. His breathing became more ragged, and he watched from lowered lids as she finally spread the open halves of his shirt.

His muscles were harder and more defined, his nipples slightly darker, tempting points. He had a bit more hair across his pecs than before, a smattering darker and thicker than that on his head.

This was a man’s chest. One she found very enticing.

The hair below his belly button was thicker and darker now, too. She followed that path with the tip of her finger until halted by his dress pants and belt.

“Oh shit,” he swore under his breath.

Jenn wasn’t sure he was aware he’d said it aloud as he let go of her waist and clutched the sides of the chair. She stopped moving in his lap, needing her concentration. There was so much to explore, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

She pushed the shirt down to his wrists. “Leave it there,” she demanded before he could let go to remove it.

“Want your dress off,” he grated.

“Not yet.”

His eyes opened all the way, and he focused on her for a moment, then he closed them again on a groan as she began her exploration, starting at the hollow of his neck. She took her time over every inch, taking special care at his pecs, tracing the veins in his arms, his dark nipples. She loved making the muscles in his chest and arms flex with the varying strength of his grip on the chair. He trembled a few times and quickly brought it under control until she once more circled his bellybutton and traced the trail to his pants.

This time she didn’t stop at his belt buckle. She had it undone in two seconds flat, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she manipulated the button of his slacks.

Then she very carefully lowered his zipper.

“Jenn. Your dress,” he gasped between breaths. “I’m losing it. So pretty. Don’t want to…rip it.”

She looked up to find his eyes on her, the lust in his gaze making all five feet of her feel like a sexual Amazon. With a slow smile, she lowered the hidden zipper at her side and reached down to where the hem was bunched at her hips. Then she drew the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.

He groaned and met and held her gaze like a lifeline. “I like this. I mean, I really like this, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. You have to come first.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless he thought she wasn’t enjoying what she was doing? He couldn’t be more wrong. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. God no! Just know that when I reach the end of my rope, I’m going to haul you over to that bed.”

“Well, that sounds good, too, but I am enjoying myself.” She ran her finger over the impressive, cloth-covered ridge that bulged between the open plackets of his slacks. “Honest.”

Oh fuck.” He looked away for a moment and took several deep breaths. “Please, Jenn. I don’t want to blow it with you again.”

Oh! He’d meant physically come first. The realization brought a warm bloom to her cheeks. She’d been so focused on her own success outside her comfort zone that she’d forgotten they were both trying to rewrite their history.

In his case, she had to come first.

“Understood,” she assured him. “But I want to keep going until the very last second you can stand it.”

He nodded his agreement. “I’m close, Jenn. Really close.”

“I like that. I mean, I really like that,” she said with a grin, throwing his words back at him.

Buy Links:    Amazon     ARE     B&N     Kobo

Categories: .99 Sale, 69 Shade Of Smut, erotic, Excerpt, New Release, romance, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Cover Reveal–Rhonda Lee Carver

There is something amazingly sexy about confident men who have money and power.

I’ve started a new series, The KNIGHT Brothers. These five brothers, and one sister, are from the same bloodline, but they are as different as night and day. After their father passes away and leaves each of them a house in different parts of the country, they believe that once again he’s used his money to influence their future negatively.

Theobald Knight wasn’t a hero father, but he did know best. Each inheritance holds a key to the past, present and future. From vineyards to lake houses to haunted mansions to a recluse living on a mountain who rides a Harley…you’ll meet these brothers who are brilliant, beautiful, arrogant and have ‘prideful swagger’.  Although sister, Angelina Knight, dies early on in the series, she plays a significant role that will change her brothers’ life and have them living a life they never thought possible.

 

Untitled-3_edited-1

 

Blurb:

Avary Pine plays the cello like an angel.

One evening after a performance, she is attacked outside of the theater and is left without the use of her hand.

Fast forward three years. After grueling physical therapy and living and breathing the cello, Avary is determined to become the musician she once was.  Her music coach encourages her to start playing in the public again. Problem is, the mind doesn’t heal as fast as the body. Each time she closes her eyes she is filled with memories of the attack.

Out of money and in a career rut, she accepts an offer to play at a dinner party at the Knight Estate. Baby steps back into the musical world.

Reserved, intimidating, rich Victor Knight reluctantly invites  unworldly, mousy Avary to his estate–but he’s in for a shock. Nothing about her is mousy. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a sweet, free-spirited cellist, but why can’t he resist? She cramps his bachelor lifestyle, and he’s never been happier.

Can they leave the baggage at the door and learn to trust? Or will their past poison their future?

UNEDITED Excerpt:

Avary leaned against him, realizing how close she’d been to falling face first on the ceramic tiles. Her embarrassment didn’t last long. It was exchanged for something else—something entirely delicious and haunting. He continued to hold her, her back pressed against his iron hard chest and lean hips. His scent swirled under her nostrils, reminding her of a fresh load of laundry coming out of the dryer—clean and fresh. There was also a hint of body wash—spice and musk. All entwined together made an aphrodisiac for her senses. Her knees weakened and allowed him to steady her.

“That was close,” he whispered near her ear, his breath sweeping across her cheek.

He didn’t release her and she didn’t move. Instead, he lifted his hand to her jaw and slowly brushed his knuckles across her skin, tracing the line to where her pulse beat rapidly in the hollow at her neck. His fingers moved along her shoulder, examining the trembling flesh, gliding the tip of one finger over the tiny strap that held the top of the gown in place.  He tucked his thumb underneath and gradually tugged it. The gown slipped low onto one breast. Her nipples turned to solid pearls. He skated his thumbs down her arm and she shivered, a whimper escaping her quivering lips. His breath grew hotter against her nape, his chest lifting and falling raggedly. He nuzzled her neck, his sandpapery beard rasped her sensitive flesh, but quickly forgotten when he brushed his lips against her ear lobe, lower to the spot where her neckline met her shoulder. She was at a loss, uncertain what she should do. She couldn’t move for fear that she would land on her face. And her body liked his touch, enjoyed how he erupted a cluster of sensations through her, over her, around her.

She felt his gentle touch on her wrist—the hand with the scar. She moaned in refusal, but he continued to take her hand into his, sliding his fingers along the length of hers, his thumb tracing the puffy red line. Sparks traveled up her arm and all she could do was stand there, allowing him to coax forbidden sensations within her.  He brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed the spot where the scar was reddest, where the knife had first entered her flesh, the deepest cut. Then he traced the line with the tip of his tongue, upward from her palm, over her sensitive wrist and stopping where the scar ended, kissing her again. Her veins quaked and her heart skipped ten beats. She’d never been held with such tenderness, with such emotion.

Watch for release in APRIL!

Connect with me?

Website  Goodreads  Facebook  Fan Page  Newsletter  Twitter  Amazon  B&N  Kobo  iBooks

Categories: Rhonda Lee Carver, Uncategorized | Tags: , , | 5 Comments

My Valentine’s Day and 99 cent Sale!

I think my husband, aka Stud, is a very lucky man when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He can’t buy me chocolate – I’m allergic. He can’t buy me flowers – I’m allergic. (Plus, I’d get really mad at him for spending money on something that costs a lot and lasts a week at best.)

I do like going out to eat, but not during holiday times with big crowds and feeling rushed as the next wave of people breathe down your neck. So what’s left?

Cheap and easy. Yup, that’s me.

For our very first Valentine’s Day, back when we were first dating, I had to attend a funeral of a close family friend. Stud came over to my house later that night, bearing homemade lasagna. Over the years, we’ve come up with different variations of this, with one or the other taking the reins. It kind of depends who needs the other to step up more at the time.

This Sunday will be our 27th Valentine’s Day together. It’s one of the years that I’m stepping up because I have a need. I need to cook and have it matter. Since we became empty nesters, my cooking has done a bit of a slide. I still love to do it, but it’s just not necessary to put full meals on the table every night for two people.

Well, this weekend, my son is bringing two of his college roommates home with him for something that has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, but I get to fill the house with good food. These poor guys have existed on really bad college food (most is bad, theirs is REALLY bad) for months. I get to change that this weekend. Strange as it sounds, Happy Valentine’s Day to me!

Gods Gone Wild on sale for 99 cents through Valentine’s Day!

gods-gone-wild-florens3

Gods Gone Wild

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01AKWPJ2G

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt a fire goddess for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget. Who knew their punishment would lead to finding the loves of their lives?

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up. Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Rewritten and expanded version of 2009 Eppie nominee, same title

The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D’, he drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.

Mandy and Brenda flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty.

Categories: .99 Sale, 69 Shade Of Smut, anthology, Books, Contest, erotic, erotic humor, Love, paranormal romance, romance, Sale, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Time to Write-Lynn Chantale

Happy New Year and all that jazz. This year started off well enough. Already our family is dealing with the death of a couple of beloved family members. That’s the bad news. The good news — yes, there’s good news — is I’m writing again.

I’ve a few projects to finish. A really cool thing that’s happening is I’m writing for a Web series slated to debut in March. While I’m taking the next six weeks off from school. I plan to make good use of that time. I managed a day job. I’m a blogger now. Pretty cool and not the direction I saw my writing career going.

However, I haven’t forgotten my roots. Romance is in my blood, even if I’m not romantic. So I got to poking around my laptop and realized I had a Valentine’s story waiting to be re-released. Remember The Designer’s Bride? It’s okay if you don’t. It was in an anthology a few years ago and the publisher closed that same year. Anyway, it’s up on Amazon for pre-order and I was able to add back the paragraph that was cut because it was too erotic.

Here’s a little snippet of The Designer’s Bride.

Jordan has planned the perfect wedding, only one catch, the bride hasn’t said yes.

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

51znb9bhazl-_sx312_bo1204203200_

Jordan Carlisle wore a groove in the oak floor, the glossy finish scuffing each time he rocked back on his heels to change directions or paused to mutter. He frowned, turning his attention to the outdoors and away from the small box in his hand. A perpetual flow of white poured from the sky. The crisp, clean scent of winter air drifted through the open window and a few flakes settled on the sill. He hoped Elisabeth wasn’t out in this weather. But he couldn’t wait to see her.

The past two weeks of missing the love of his life had been sheer hell. Even with the numerous fashion shows, gathering samples, or being interviewed by various media outlets, he still felt the pang of her absence. Emails and video-conferencing couldn’t diminish the ache of loneliness. Traveling was part of being a successful clothing designer, but what he really wanted was to hold Elisabeth close to his heart, and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. Of course, if she was naked and beneath him, all the better.

Jordan had sent her flowers this morning. She had yet to let him know if she received them. If anything, he hoped she remembered the last time he gave her roses. A smile creased his lips. He couldn’t wait to see her…which brought him back to the box in his hand. This evening needed to be special. No matter what else happened, their time together had to be perfect. Maybe once he proposed and Elisabeth accepted, her father would leave her alone.

He drew in a breath. “Women are to be cherished and respected.  Pampered and pleased.  Never made to cry and above all else, loved beyond any rational belief.” He ran his agitated fingers over his close-cropped curls, sighing. Those words were so lame.

The hinge creaked when he opened the lid and stared at the three-stone, Asscher-cut diamond. Tiny baguettes framed the center jewel, making the brilliance and fire of the ring much more potent. Elisabeth made him feel like this ring, endless, classy, and rich. He closed the lid with a snap and resumed pacing. He loved her. He knew from the first time he laid eyes on her, but would she still love him after she learned the truth?

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

Lynn Chantale

 

Categories: Excerpt, holiday, pre-order, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

Cover Reveal! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

Yes, I finally have a new book coming out! Makin’ it Right will be available to the public after March 1, 2016. Prior to that, it will be available at the Wild Wicked Weekend book signing Feb. 27th  at the Menger Hotel in San Antonio, 2:30 – 5 pm. The book signing is open to the public. If you’re in the area, come on down!

More details on Makin’ It Right to follow, when edits are complete. For now…perf5.000x8.000.indd

Also lurking on the horizon, deets on 3 books that will revert to me on Feb. 18! 2016 is starting out with a bang!

Dalton Diaz

http://www.DaltonDiaz.com

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Conferences, cover reveal, erotic, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Exclusive First Chapter of Lucan by Kim Black – Reckless Anthology

Hey All! I have been dying to share my piece for the Reckless Anthology and I am so happy to be able to give you all a pre-view!

This piece is completely different from anything I’ve written before.

I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

 

CHAPTER ONE

Thamar

“Day one hundred and thirty six,” I mumble to myself as I gingerly cross from the bedroom into the bathroom. That is the number of days I have been in remission since beginning my new treatment plan with my doctors.

It has been a long road, but somehow—through much research, tears and groveling to the big guy upstairs—I have finally found a way to keep my condition in check. Or, at least, somewhat in check.

Remission for me dO’t mean that I didn’t still get the occasional lump here and there, but for the most part I have gotten my HS in control. Who would have thought?

My secret? Stress free living and a new diet regimen that seems to be keeping whatever triggers that had plagued me for years at bay. It’s a tough route to take and many HS sufferers don’t even consider doing what I do, but I have made the choice to try this plan. So far, it’s been beneficial, although I am so dying for a slice of pizza or my favorite… Vanilla bean ice cream.

The change of my diet has been the roughest on me. I have always been a very picky eater, but nonetheless, I am a foodie through and through. There is nothing like a good bacon cheeseburger or the right Caribbean style bake macaroni and cheese. All my absolute favs, but I can’t have any of it.

Why? Because of fucking HS.

Many people aren’t even familiar with the disease and those who suffer from it tend to be a bit embarrassed by it. I happen to be one of those people. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a huge abscess like golf ball between your legs or under your arm. Or when it’s so bad that you can’t even close your legs and walk.

How the hell do you explain it to people? I can’t really say, ‘Oh, I’m walking like this because there is a huge baseball sized lump in between my legs, right next to my lady bits.’ Yeah, right!

I don’t bother explaining anymore. I just ignore the stares when I get a flare up and silently curse them out because they are all normal and have never dealt with such a debilitating disease that shows no signs of ever being cured. No, I am not going to explain any of it to anyone anymore.

I even stopped dating a few years ago. Really, what the hell is the point? What man would want to deal with the fact that you can’t always have sex and that you are in pain all the time? That’s way too much to ask of anyone. So, I have decided to just remain single.

It’s not so bad, really. I mean, it would be nice to have someone that understands all that I am going through while fighting this disease. But after my ex broke up with me and specifically told me that he just couldn’t handle my being sick all the time, I figured I’d better cut my loses and fit myself for a chastity belt made of reinforced steel.

As I turn on the water in the bathroom, I sigh as I think back to how much Jason had hurt me. We’d only been going together for a few months, nothing too serious really so I wasn’t upset about it ending. It was the reasons behind the break up that messed me up. It still affects me till this day if I am to be very honest with myself.

But in the end, I realize now that he had done me a favor and made me see how selfish it is to take someone else down this journey through HS with me. It’s my disease, my broken body and I have to deal with it on my own.

Shortly after starting my new regimen, I quit my job. I loved being an accountant for one of the biggest banks in New York, but the stress of the job proves to be too much on my body. Often times, I would get three or four HS flare ups, making just getting out of the bed difficult. So, despite the fact that I had no means of making money doing anything else, I resigned.

Three months later, I began working from home as a virtual assistant for a few small businesses in the Brooklyn – Bedford Stuyvesant area. It isn’t as fast pace and hectic as my last job, but it pays the bills and that’s all I can ask for.

Stepping out of the shower, I make my way back to my bedroom, opening the top draw to my dresser and pull out my daytime pajama set. I chuckle as I throw it on, since it makes absolutely no sense to have two different levels of pajamas. But since I rarely leave the apartment, I feel the need to differentiate between the PJs I wear during the day while I worked and the ones I wear at night to go to bed. It’s silly, I know, but it works for me and that’s all that matters.

Strolling to the kitchen, I hit the button on the coffee machine and go through the process of starting up my computer. I have a lot of work ahead of me today and only eight hours to get it done. Two of the companies I work with have recently began increasing their revenues, which in turn mean more work for me, organizing all their documents and spreadsheets.

Once the computer is turned on, I head back to the retrieve my coffee as there is absolutely no way I can start my day without it—even if it’s the decaffeinated stuff. Freaking HS took that away from me too. Still, I pretend it’s the good stuff and need it just as much as I would the real deal.

Pouring the dark liquid into my ‘Hello Kitty’ cup, I mentally do a rundown of my to-do list, reorganizing in my mind what takes priority. Placing the glass coffee decanter back, I reach for the refrigerator to retrieve some vanilla soy milk. Looking on the both the top shelf and the side compartments of the door, I groan when I realize that I have run out.

Closing the refrigerator door, I eye the dark liquid in my cup suspiciously. I’d never been one to drink black coffee, but I wonder if my dislike for the taste will win over having to go to the grocery store.

I bring the cup closer to my face, smelling it and then blowing on it gently, all the while mentally preparing myself.

Just pretend it’s not black, I tell myself just as I bring the mug to my lips and tip it over only to immediately twirl around and spit it back up into the sink.

“Shit,” I grumble as I place the mug down on the kitchen island and make my way back to my bedroom.

Looks like I have to head to the store first before beginning my work day. Trust me, my employers will thank me for it. There is nothing worse than me without my morning Joe crunching numbers in excel.

~~~

Lucan

The tension in the air intensifies as Petrov advances to the center of the room. His posture is straight, his steel blue eyes void of all emotion and his moves are purposeful.

Straightaway, Vladimir and his men are on high alert, standing around the dimly lit room awaiting to hear the purpose of this impromptu meeting. Each knows that Petrov is not a man to request your presence without cause, as speaking to anyone below the rank of Vladimir is beneath him and for the others to be called in meant the boss is not happy.

I look around the room, and take in the selected few before us. The air of the room is charged in anticipation and wariness. I know something isn’t right. From the second I was called in this morning, my stomach has been churning.

On the rare occasions Petrov has called a meeting, it has never ended well—almost always ending in bloodshed. So it isn’t a matter of what he has to say tonight. No, it’s a matter of who would die and why. But that isn’t what bothers me as I stand to the right of Petrov, and Alexandrov—aka Alexander, his brother, to his left.

I’ve spent the last ten years working for The Petrov Crime Family, one of the most ruthless Russian organizations in New York. I’d started as a Byki, a bodyguard under the Vor, Vladimir, a man as heartless as a stone. This is where Petrov started most men. Only with Vladimir’s seal of approval did you advance.

Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. He only picks the best of the best and after working under him for three years, I’d been advanced to a contractor. Lethal, brutal and the best. This earned me favor with Vladimir and then finally with Petrov.

Faithfully, I served Petrov until my talents and skills positioned me to where I am today—the place I’d set my sights on from the time I’d entered the family. As Petrov’s Councilor or the Sovietnik as the Russians calls it, I am his right hand man.

Standing beside Petrov as his second in command, despite the fact that I am not a full blown Russian—a transgression Alexander seems to hold against me at every cause—I am not in the position where a meeting is called without my knowledge. The fact that I too am left in the dark does not sit well with me, but of course this is of no concern to Petrov. And so, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

“Do you know why I have called this meeting?” Petrov asks once he’s situated behind his desk.

The room grows eerie quiet as all eyes are trained on the boss. Despite the fact that each one of us know the outcome of this meeting, not one of the men show a single sign of fear. They know better. Fear has no place in the presence of Petrov. He both detests it and thrives on it.

Petrov eyes each man penetratingly before continuing, “I received a phone call last night from my contact within the authorities. I am sure you all remember Andrei. It seems the FBI has been investigating our shipments and he has reason to believe that one of my men may be an informant.”

Petrov kept his voice devoid of emotion and calm even though I know he is anything but. If there is any sin one is capable of committing against the brotherhood that Petrov despises it would be a rat and I can’t help but swallow down the rise of panic in my chest.

I can’t deny that today’s meeting should have me worried, but I have done everything possible to remain fully infiltrated within the family. I’ve done every task asked of me, without question or hesitation. No, Petrov couldn’t have known, but that didn’t stop the bead of sweat from falling from my brow.

If Petrov has gotten wind that an informant has infiltrated the brotherhood then my time here is nearing an end and I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s true that my mission is to get as much information as I can about the brotherhood so that the FBI can build a strong case against us, but therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way I have stopped referring to the brotherhood as them and more as us. The lines that divide good and evil are so blurred when you are made to do the thing I’ve been ordered to do.

I have killed, mercilessly. I’ve tortured the enemies of the brotherhood with no remorse and if I were to be completely truthful, I’d do it again. For them. For us.

“Lucan.” He calls my name as he turns his head to face me. Raising my sweat covered brow only slightly as my heart pounds violently against my chest, I regard him as well. “Has the brotherhood not treated you well?” he asks as he leans forward in his chair and claps his hands together on the desk.

I give him a curt nod, “Of course, Petrov. The brotherhood is my life.” My answer is sure, strong, but not defensive just as it should be. It is also true, but only partially since I am not completely sure where my loyalty lies.

I have trained for this mission for well over five years before infiltrating. I know all that there is to know about the Petrov Bratva and most importantly, I am the best liar in the bureau. Trained to pass any lie detector test both manually and electronically without worry, so I know he suspects nothing from my answer.

He nods his head and regards his brother next, “And you Alexandrov, have I not been well to you?”

Alexander jerks his head in confusion, turning to face his only brother before answering, “Of course, brother.”

Petrov turns to face Vladimir next and I can see a silent exchange between the two men. Most would miss it, but not me.

The eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Vladimir’s show acceptance and Petrov, understanding. Though I am not sure what their exchange is in regards to, I know it is not him who will fall before Petrov today.

Still, I force myself to remain stoical even though their exemption of me in this manner would be considered a slap in the face. I am the second in command and therefore should be made aware of what is going on.

Alexander is the next to speak, “Brother, what is all this? Are you going to hold us here all day while you ogle your men?” His annoyance is clear in his voice and his eyes, hold something I can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe…

I don’t understand it. I know for sure Alexander isn’t with the bureau, but his demeanor is questionable.

“All in good time, my brother.”

Petrov stands to his feet and rounds the desk. His movements are as sure as they always are when he stands in front of his safe, enters a code and pulls out his gun. I have seen that gun many times and still it puts me on edge each time he removes it from his safe.

The spravedlivost, justice. It’s what Petrov calls the steal in his hands—the gun a gift from his father before passing the Bratva over to him. Many of men have stared into the barrel of the stainless, prized weapon, begging for mercy. But mercy has no place in the brotherhood. Petrov doesn’t issue second chances and absolution to those he deems the enemy and anyone who crosses the brother is in fact an enemy.

“The brotherhood takes second place to nothing. I am the beginning and the end for all those who fall under my rule. You have no mother, no father, no sister—”

The sound of justice going off the second he turns around cuts him off and much to everyone’s surprise Alexander stumbles to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

“And, no brother,” he finishes before turning swiftly and replacing the gun in the safe. “Lucan, be sure that his replacement is trust worthy, yeah?” is all he says before he exits the room.

~~~

I hope that you enjoyed the sneak peak!

You can pre-order this wonderful #99cents anthology now!

HBOOK003

★ BUY LINKS ★
✔AMAZON US:➜ http://amzn.com/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON UK:➜ http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON AU:➜ http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON CA:➜ http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔KOBO:➜ https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/reckless-a-bad-boyz-anthology
✔BN:➜ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/reckless-a-bad-boyz-anthology-kim-black/1123129945;jsessionid=4146DD23A92FADF4514F8305EB6ED25F.prodny_store01-va03?ean=2940152250770

Categories: .99 Sale, 69 Shade Of Smut, anthology, Boxed Set, charity, Excerpt, Kim Black, pre-order, Reckless Anthology, romance, Sale, Sexy | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Charming the Alphas has a Release Date & Pre-Order Links! – TALINA PERKINS

Marabelle has been my constant companion since I wrote the first sentence to the hex my heart series. She’s sat in her corner tossing out odd tidbits and down right sinful delights to keep my writer’s brain occupied for the last six months. With each book released in the series she’s become more and more zealous in her attempt to get my attention and now that I am writing her book, Marabelle is very determined I get her story just right. Let’s just say she’s a tough heroine and has an insatiable hunger for revenge against the High Council. No doubt this is going to be on helluva wild ride!

So mark your calendars, my lovelies! Charming the Alphas releases February 2, 2016 and is up for preorder! ​

Until release day, I’ll be sharing snippets on Facebook and here on the blog. Today I have the blurb to wet your appetite for witches and werewolves. If you haven’t picked up the Hex My Heart series yet, I’m keeping each book at $0.99 as a way to show my appreciation to all my readers. You have plenty of time to catch up before Charming the Alphas hit’s the digital shelves. :)​

CHARMING THE ALPHAS, HEX MY HEART #5

Charming-the-alphas_200x300Preorder Book for $.99 :
iBooks | ARe | B&N | Kobo
(Amazon link will be available in January)One’s own death isn’t the kind of thing a witch goes around planning, but after tonight, kicking the cauldron would be the easy way out.

Brutally stripped of her magick for helping a human friend with a love potion, Marabelle Winters has finally found a way to recover her preternatural powers. Tucked away in the pages of a century old tome in the High Council’s secret library, the spell calls for lethal and illegal ingredients that will reveal a secretive past and shed light on a future she never thought possible.

But first, she’ll have to die.

As pack enforcers Lucian and Zane’s first instinct is to protect their sassy witch.  Their second is to claim her. But before they can take her as their life mate, both alpha shifters have vowed to help Marabelle reclaim her powers. But, when the time comes, all three soon discover not everything is as it seems in the world of Magick. Shadows of evil taint their unity and Marabelle’s destiny leads them into an unknown world where the ultimate battle between black magick, dragons, and shifters  cross paths and could lead to another blood-drenched Witches and Weres war.

Since I won’t be back on 69 Shades until after Thanksgiving, for everyone that celebrates, I wish you a day of peace and fun filled family time with your loved ones. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving!

Connect with me on Facebook, Twitter,  Instagram or visit my website at talinaperkins.com.  I love chatting with readers, so don’t be shy!

Until next time, keep it sexy!

Talina Perkins_logo_url

Categories: .99 Sale, bewitching the alpha, enchanting the alpha, erotic, hex my heart, magic, magick, paranormal romance, shifter romance, spells, Talina Perkins, werewolves, witches | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

%d bloggers like this: